’ in spite of all the refinements of civilization that conspired to make art —– –– ––– – the dizzying perfection of the string quartet or the sprawling grandeur of fragonard’s canvases –––– – beauty was savage . it was as dangerous && lawless as the earth had been eons before man had one single coherent thought in his head or wrote codes of conduct on tablets of clay. beauty was a s a v a g e g a r d e n. ’ written by nadel.
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